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The black mist engulfed Xin Qijie's back, and the ground was covered with black dry bones, and the soles of his feet stepped on the brittle bones, making a clicking sound. Updates are the fastest

The reason why he refused Liang Fangweng's request was because he didn't know what kind of danger he was encountering, if he walked with them and encountered powerful soul bodies and demon beasts, it would be difficult for him to escape, so he simply refused their request.

The golden brilliance swirled around the Xin Qi Festival, the divine sense filled this world, and all the things around appeared in my mind, the Desolate Bone Demon Land was extremely chaotic, and there were some strange forces, and many martial artists who came in became the fertilizer of the Desolate Bone Demon Land. His divine consciousness poured into the black mist in front of him like a tide, and a sharp pain came from Xin Qijie's mind, as if he had been shocked, which made him a little shocked, and he muttered: "What is hidden in that black mist, why is it so weird, even his own vitality can't penetrate into it?"

The golden brilliance pierced the darkness, and in the thick black fog, a palm-sized pocket palace slowly rotated. Xin Qijie felt the black fog outside the palace, there was a majestic demonic aura in the black fog, as if there was a wisp of divine consciousness, no wonder his divine sense penetrated into it, as if he had been subjected to an electric shock.

Obviously, this pocket palace has attracted a lot of strong people, a few cold eyes swept on Xin Qijie's body, from their whispered conversation, Xin Qijie knew that this palace was called the Barren Bone Palace, the magic weapon refined by the Evil King of Barren Bones back then, this palace has a suppressive effect on the martial arts, and even if the strength of the martial artists in the palace is strong, it can only exert eighty percent of its strength. Back then, the Evil Monarch of the Barren Bones killed several emperors with the help of the Hall of Wild Bones, and the souls of several emperors roared unwillingly every day in the Wasted Bone Demon Land.

The history of the fame of the Evil Lord of the Desolate Bones is only afraid that no one in the Four Domains does not know, it is a famous powerhouse in the Four Domains, who fell in the Desolate Bone Demon Land, according to the terrifying existence of the Desolate Bone Demon Land, the Holy Tower is to suppress the terrifying existence, and it fell at the end of the Desolate Bone Demon Land. But this is all a rumor, and no one knows whether it is true or not.

Between the surging black mist, several brilliant rays of light pierced the endless darkness, and the three figures burst out with dazzling brilliance, turning into three brilliant divine weapons, tearing through the layers of black mist and shooting into the thick black mist. The three of them shot into the thick black mist, and the sound of banging was endless, and the black fog became more and more terrifying, covering the entire sky, as if forming a hideous face.

The three divine weapons that erupted with bright and strong light exploded into smithereens, and the three figures flew out of the black mist and fell to the ground. What was a little shocking was that the whole body of the three figures seemed to be scorched, flowing out of black liquid, and their breath was extremely disordered, as if they had been hit hard.

Xin Qijie's eyes shrank slightly, the strength of the three figures was not lower than the peak of the Xuan Sense Realm, but they still couldn't resist the rolling demon mist, you can imagine how terrible the prohibition in the rolling demon fog was. The small palace attracted more powerful people, and those people had greed in their eyes, and three groups of people tried to break through the defenses, and finally turned into smoke in the black mist.

The prohibition in the black mist seemed to become even more terrifying, with fine black electricity swimming away, mixed with Dao Dao black light, and when the warriors behind him approached, their arms burned under the black electric light, and turned into ashes in a blink of an eye. Xin Qijie's divine sense wanted to probe into the billowing black mist several times, but it turned into smoke silently, his face turned pale, and there was a wisp of blood at the corner of his lips, which seemed to be shrouded in the prohibition of the pocket palace, which was absolutely terrifying.

The miniature palace suspended in mid-air slowly rose into the air under the gaze of everyone. A cold snort came from the black mist: "The old man has been looking for more than ten years, and he finally found you here today." ”

Black beams of vitality burst out from all directions like chains, intertwining into a huge black net that entwined the tiny palace. The prohibition on the pocket palace completely exploded, and the majestic vitality rose to the sky, bursting out with dazzling brilliance, and jet-black lightning bolts, wrapped around the black chains, made a thunderclapping sound.

Under the attack of jet-black lightning, the light on the black chain dimmed even more, and it was about to burst open in the blink of an eye.

The figure hidden in the black mist seemed to have been expected for a long time, with wisps of blood on his fingers, carving a Dao blood mark in mid-air, the red light covered this piece of heaven and earth, and the layers of blood seal phantoms continued to bombard the black fog on the pocket palace, and the energy in the black fog weakened a lot under the attack of the blood mark.

The blood-red handprints seemed to be endless, and it lasted like this for half a day before the black fog on the palace was dimmed a lot.

The figure snorted coldly: "Don't you still make a move, if you make a move, the prohibition that wraps the Hall of Desolate Bones will be even weaker." ”

The surrounding martial artists hesitated, and more than ten rays of light shot on the black mist, and the jet-black lightning in the black mist slowly decreased, thinking that it resisted the attacks of these martial artists, reducing a lot of energy.

A wisp of blood shot out from the fingertips of the figure, and the blood-red mist rolled open, and a huge hand as big as a hundred feet slapped down.

The blood-red giant hand of a hundred zhang large, containing terrifying energy, slapped on the palace, the black mist on the Hall of Wild Bones swirled, instantly like a violent storm, sixteen bucket-thick jet-black lightning bolts, like a giant dragon hovering upward, the scene was extremely spectacular.

Rumble!

The heavens and the earth seemed to shake, the space swept like fragments, the blood-red giant hand shattered into pieces, sixteen jet-black lightning bolts exploded into nothingness in mid-air, and the black mist that shrouded the Hall of Desolate Bones became more and more dim, as if it could dissipate at any time.

All the martial artists laughed wildly, and the vitality rumbled on the black mist, and the energy above the black mist was originally weakened a lot, where could it withstand such a majestic energy, and it burst into smashes in an instant. As the black mist burst into pieces, Xin Qijie's body shot into the pocket palace like a golden lightning bolt.

The irritable voice of the figure resounded from the black mist: "Miscellaneous, what Lao Tzu wants, you also want to get involved, you just want to die." As his words fell, a red glow pierced through the void.

Xin Qijie stretched out his hand and sent out a formation, the dense dragon snake was entwined, the red light shot into the dragon snake, and it burst open, the dragon snake exploded into smashes, the formation cracked open, and Xin Qijie's body shot into the palace. The figure turned into a blood-red hurricane and burrowed into the palace, followed by people entering the palace one after another.

At this time, the small Hall of Wild Bones seemed to be able to hold everything, and when the Xin Qi Festival swept into it, a raging black flame shot out. Turning sideways to avoid the incoming flames, he heard a muffled sound that shot at the chest of the figure who was chasing him, and a black hole instantly appeared in the chest of the figure.

The figure roared in rage, reaching out and striking at the black flames, which burst open, scattering sparks in all directions.

The Emperor Realm powerhouse is the Emperor Realm powerhouse, even if the chest is pierced, there is still nothing to do, and the body is slowly healing.

Xin Qijie's brows furrowed slightly, what kind of martial arts did the other party cultivate, he didn't die like this, it was really powerful.

Beneath the black flames, there were burning bones, and in the raging flames there was a bead, and the flames emanated from the beads.

That is, as long as you can resist the black flames, then you can get this peculiar bead.

The figure also saw this bead, and exclaimed: "Desolate Bone Divine Bead, I didn't expect the Desolate Bone Divine Bead to be in the Desolate Bone Palace, it seems that everything I am looking for is here." ”

The pale golden light on the surface of the Xin Qi Festival was swirling, and there were golden tadpoles swimming away, slowly walking towards the black flames.

"Miscellaneous, that's my thing, if you dare to ask for Lao Tzu's things, Lao Tzu will crush your bones and scatter ashes. The figure's eyes shot a violent blood light, and the wound on his chest was slowly healing, as long as the wound on his chest healed, then kill this son who didn't know how thick the sky was.

The people who came one after another also saw the Desolate Bone Divine Bead, and shot towards Xin Qijie in ecstasy, but when they got close to the black flames, they were burned into nothingness.

The cold fire of the desolate bones in the Desolate Bone Divine Bead is something that these people can resist, if Xin Qijie does not have the golden paper in his body, it is impossible to get close to the cold fire of the desolate bones. The strength of the late stage of the Xuangan Realm will not be turned into ashes in a minute, even if it is the peak of the Xuangan Realm, maybe the powerhouse of the Emperor Realm has a way to resist the cold fire of the desolate bones.

It's like the figure has a greedy look in its eyes, and new flesh grows from its charred chest. It only takes a cup of tea for him to be completely healed. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come and vote for the recommendation and monthly pass, your support is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to M. to read. )